Pointing to a large, green insect resting on the gravel, Ian said, “Look at that big bug, Dad.”
“That’s a grasshopper,” his father said. “It’s harmless. It can’t hurt you. Grasshoppers have powerful rear legs and wings, so they can hop and fly.”
Ian moved closer to get a better look. “What are those orange things on its body”
Ian’s father said, “They may be eggs, Ian. I’ll Google it.” He pulled his iPhone out and searched “grasshopper eggs.” After reading the page, he explained, “They’re actually egg pods, and each pod contains 15 to 150 eggs. She’ll probably be hiding the eggs in the gravel.” He handed his iPhone to Ian so that he could see the screen.
Ian lost interest in the grasshopper and was, instead, fascinated by his father’s iPhone. “Can I have an iPhone, Dad?”
“You’re way too young to have your own cellphone,” his father said.
“How old were you when you got your first iPhone, Dad!” Ian innocently asked.
Ian’s father smiled. “Fifty,” he answered.
Ian was not happy.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Image credit: @any1mark66.